CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Tatenda Chimombe Machingura. There was an alias Shedd hadn’t thought much about for a very long time. The N1 motorway was clear as far as his eyes could see. The stars were twinkling in the distance. There weren’t many vehicles driving out of Johannesburg at this time of night. He kept the Corolla in the middle lane, at a steady cruising speed to avoid being flagged by some overzealous road patrolman. Other vehicles zigged and zagged around him without such concerns.
He looked at the steering wheel. There were bloody prints all over it. He took a glance in the rearview. His passenger, Mavvy Loyiso, was still unconscious in the backseat. The young man looked peaceful. There was a possibility that he had died. Not that Shedd was going to pull over and check. He had place
